The kids and I left Glenda’s house this morning headed for Texas. A couple of hours into the drive, Tom called saying his dad was doing worse and he needed to get a flight to Birmingham today. He was headed home from a band performance. I pulled into a McDonalds and jumped on their wifi to book a flight.
A few hours later, the kids and I picked Tom up at the Birmingham and headed to the hospital. When I went back to see Poppo, he was so lethargic that he slept most of the time that I was in the room. I’m not sure he ever realized I was there. Tom took the kids for a walk and I was able to spend some time with Poppo. I stood at his bedside and rubbed his arm, praying that it wouldn’t be the last time.
Poppo’s kidneys are shutting down, but his blood pressure is so low that he won’t tolerate dialysis. The doctors have done all that they can. We pray that God’s Will be done.